AFTER SEAN -- PART 2
This story is fantasy. In fantasies safe sex is not necessary. In real life it is. I hope you enjoy this. Any comments or thoughts will be welcome on simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk
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Simon
When I wake up it is still light. It stays light in July until about ten. I am completely relaxed and full of energy, which is just what I had hoped for from Boribun's massage. I must admit, though, that I hadn't expected quite the amazing experience that he and Sanun had treated me to. Anyway, I am now feeling great and after a light meal I will be ready to get out, hit the bars and clubs and find some SEX.
In this heat, I think I need a quick shower first to ensure that I am clean and sweet-smelling for whatever the night will bring. In the shower, I am delighted that my cock shows no sign of tiredness after this morning's exertions. It continues to swell as I think back to Boribun and Sanun. I begin stroking, but I must stop so that I am ready for tonight's hoped-for pleasures.
I dry off and wrap the towel around me while wondering what I should eat. Showing a particular lack of imagination I decide on a plain omelette and a green salad -- one of my favourites -- besides, I have no need of anything too filling.
I clean away the dishes and wonder what I should wear. Something fairly revealing: I want to make it clear that I am available. I open my wardrobe and model several pairs of shorts. These are too baggy. Those are too long. These are just plain scruffy. After while I decide on a tight red pair. Truthfully they are a size too small, but they have the advantage of showing off my arse to perfection. They hug the curves of my buttocks and the back seam slightly separates my cheeks. At the front they pull tight across my package revealing that I am wearing no underwear. They also have no pockets, so there will be no bulges other than my own.
Now, what about a top. After pulling several t-shirts off the shelves, I decide on a plain white one. It, too, is body-hugging. My pecs are plainly visible. My nipples stand out. The short sleeves tightly enclose my biceps. It is old and, to be honest, I won't be upset if it gets lost tonight. Yes, that all looks good in a slutty way -- just the style I am looking for.
Shit! Where am I going to put my money, card, keys and phone? I remember that some time ago I bought a leather wallet that straps on to my wrist. After much rummaging through drawers, I find it. I strap it on and carefully close the velcro over those things that I will need this evening.
A quick check in the mirror and I am pleased with the effect -- obviously available, but still (relatively) decent. Slipping on my trainers, I leave my flat and head out.
In the first bar I try I meet a couple of friends. They smile as soon as they see me.
`Are you on the pull?' asks Pete.
`You could say that,' I reply.
`Thank God, you're not still moping. What'll you have?'
After a couple of drinks with Pete and Alex, I tell them that it's too quiet here. They smile knowingly and wish me happy hunting.
At the next bar, things are more lively. Karaoke seems to be the entertainment of the moment. A group of guys are dancing on the small dance floor in front of the stage.
I go over to the bar and order a dry white wine. I savour it for a while, looking at the guys on the dance floor. I notice that they mostly don't appear to be couples. It is mainly just a group of individuals, several of them wearing only shorts. I fervently hope that the karaoke will end soon and that proper music will follow.
In the meantime, I decide to finish my wine and join the group of bodies moving to the rhythms. I elbow my way to the centre of the group, eyeing up possibilities. There are two or three guys who seem of interest. One is topless revealing a good chest. He is about the same height and build as me and he directs a killer smile in my direction as I enter the dance. I smile back, but continue with my moves, hoping to make them as sexy as possible.
As the dancing goes on, I move towards number two on my list of possibles, but, as I get closer, he goes back to his table and passionately embraces the guy sitting there. Oh dear. They are a couple, or at least on a date together and, after my experience with Sean, I have no intention of breaking up someone else's relationship... although I wouldn't object to a threesome if the opportunity arises.
Gyrating and wiggling my hips sensuously, I look towards number three. He looks in my direction. I smile. He smiles back. We move towards each other while still locking eyes.
Suddenly there is relative silence: the karaoke has stopped. Number three and I exchange disappointed glances. I return to the bar and order another wine.
As I am fumbling in my wrist wallet for payment, I hear a voice beside me say, I'll get that.' I look over my shoulder and see number three brandishing a bank card. He orders himself a beer and smiles at me. I hope you don't mind,' he says, `but I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your dance moves back there.'
I blush with a mixture of embarrassment, pleasure and hope. He grasps my shoulders and holds me at arm's length, looking me up and down. He smiles again and says, `Nice outfit and it shows off a nice body.' With that he moves his hands across and down my chest. He rests his hands on my hips and turns my unresisting body round. He strokes across my shoulders and down my back stopping to fondle my buttocks, with this attention, I feel my cock begin to swell. He turns me round again, just as the DJ started his set.
I say, `Maybe we could dance again now?'
`Good idea. Let's put your drink on our table over there.'
OUR TABLE??? Oh no! Another couple? Despite my misgivings, I follow him to his table and there I see number one. I cannot believe this. Either this is the hook-up that never was or all my lucky stars are shining bright tonight.
Number one stands up to welcome me, saying, `Hi. I'm Michael. You've already met James, I see. What's your name?'
`T-t-tim,' I stutter.
James interrupts my silence by explaining that we are about to go and dance again. He tells Michael to look after the drinks.
We dance. Close together, our right legs between the other's legs, our pelvises seemingly locked together, our chests touching. When the music slows, we wrap our arms round each other. James holds me close by my buttocks, grinding his swelling erection against mine. My dick is erect and I fear that there is a damp patch at the front of my shorts. He whispers in my ear, `I want you.'
I nod. In my confusion I am unable to find words. Are they a couple or just friends out for the evening? Am I going to break up a relationship? Where does Michael figure in all of this?
`James again interrupts my silence by saying we should go back and join Michael.
At the table Michael stands up and lets me sit down on the upholstered bench. Then they sit one each side of me, hemming me in. In unison, they move their bare legs against mine and place their hands on my thighs.
Michael says, `I think we owe you an explanation, before we go any further. James and I are a couple. Have been for a couple of years, but we have a problem. We both of us prefer to top and we are looking for a suitable bottom. By suitable we mean attractive, willing and preferably single. I think you fulfil points one and two, so are you single?'
`Yes. Since a few weeks ago. I won't bore you with the whole story, but I definitely prefer to bottom. I am out tonight looking for no-strings sex. That's the only thing I am missing from my single status.'
Well, that's a relief,' smiled James and Michael together. Let's hit the dance floor. And, Tim and Michael, lose your tops. You need to show off your assets.'
I leave my shirt on the bench with Michael's and the three of us begin to dance. Again, I dance close to them, relishing the frequent occasions that our bodies brush or grind against each other.
The two guys make sure that I am the centre of their attention. Hands explore my chest, my buttocks. Now I am face to face with Michael, our chests touching, and James wraps his arms round my waist, grasping my erect cock and stroking it through the soft material. I can feel his erection rubbing between my arse cheeks. I kiss Michael deeply on the lips. His tongue enters my mouth. He grasps and squeezes my nipples. I groan with pleasure and pain. I am in heaven. I am panting with the sensations running through me. My arousal is nearing a climax and I can't allow that to happen here. (Although that might be a fantasy to fulfil in the future.)
Please let's cool it for a while,' I beg. I am so close to cumming. I need to take five.'
We return to the table and they again trap me between them, resting their hands on my thighs, gently massaging my balls and looking at the spreading wet stain on my shorts.
I begin to lean into Michael's bare shoulder. He puts his arm round my shoulder. James leans against me. We snuggle up together. I feel safe and wanted, maybe even desired.
James and Michael release me and stand up. I join them. Together we exit the bar and start walking.
I suggest that we go to mine, as it's so near. They readily agree. They are walking one each side of me, hands wrapped round my waist. Occasionally, I am aware of a hand feeling my arse, sometimes with a finger stroking my rosebud through the material of my shorts. I start giggling: we've all forgotten our tops back at the bar and we don't care. Lust controls us all. We are going to have sex. We are not going to make love. We are going to suck and fuck all night. We all know what the score is and we are happy. Just to be meeting each other's needs.
To be continued.